martinis are my drug of choice
made with tanqueray frosty cold
straight up garnished with two olives
not three not fancy ones green ones
stuffed with pimiento served on a
charger no paper napkin for
my elegant libation
the masterpiece arrives in a
shiny silver shaker on a
black enamel tray the waiter
shakes it and in a display that
leaves me breathless pours the elixir
into my glass crystal of course
when the icy rim touches my
lips i close my eyes and exhale
a sigh as big as montana
i caress the rim of the glass
with my finger stir the contents
with olives speared on sterling
silver mini-swords
i swirl a second sip around
my teeth taste it on my gums
my tongue swallow slowly savor
the essence of juniper as
it finishes in my nose
© cjschlottman 2011
6 comments:
mercy
i am thirsty
Damn... now I want a drink, haha... this might be the best love poem to a cocktail I've ever heard.
LOL Makes me want one too and I don't drink.
A very sensual write.
Beautiful! Martinis will always make me think of my father, who would disappear to the bar area and work on the martinis as if he were an alchemist, emerging with what I have been told were the best.
I love this one! Too bad I am at school and can't have a martini right this minute - my mouth is screaming for one!
Fonda
I have actually never had a Martini...... But now I want one, really bad...... Back in the 60's and 70's my father would talk about his business lunches with Martini's, but said he didn't care for them really. He drank "Highballs" at home on Game Nights with family friends and other occasions... When I came of age it was a different crowned I was in......Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan and Wild Turkey seemed to be the popular drinks..... Now I'm in my 50's and honestly I can't remember the last time I had a mixed drink.....
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